My thoughts are running
The lights are stunning
I’m trapped in a dark and dreary place
The light is dimming
My time is slimming
As I look at the ticking clock face
As I crept closer to fear
I saw Meg look sincere
That moment I worried of nothing at all
Then at once I broke down
She grew a big frown
I wanted her, so I started to crawl
The man was transforming me
My Meg tried to stop him with plea
But she knew that that didn’t work
Then her face brightened with hope
For that, I knew I could now cope
Then she shouted, “I love you! ” with a quirk
The wicked man was over powered
Almost as if he were devoured
By something so sweet and so strong
It was love and I knew it
The feeling I could surely admit
That the power of love was flowing everywhere like a song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem